Hetalia: Beetchy wedding planning

"Go away."

Natalia sighed and shook her head at her friend. "Maria, come out and let me see." The prussian scoffed from inside the dressing room. "Bitch please, I am not letting you see my awesomeness be ruined by this- this white cupcake."

The belarusian shook her head and pounded on the door. "It's either you come out or I'm coming in."

Silence. Then click. Out stepped the albino female, scowling and crossing her arms. "I don't like it." The ash blonde rolled her eyes. "You're not even looking at yourself, look in the mirror." She turned and unfolded her arms. The dress was nice and was a ball gown type of dress. The edge of the dress was beautifully embroidered and the bodice was nice and simple. "It's not awesome enough." Natalia sighed. "This is only the 10th dress, just be open minded and try to not make this any more difficult than this already is."

Maria looked at Natalia for a very long time before saying "Only? You say it like I only tried on one." She shrugged. "I've planned Felik's wedding before, this is nothing compared to him."

They waited for the worker to come back with a new dress that would fit Maria's preferences. "So Maria, how are your nerves?"

"Ugh, shitty. Everyone's so annoying now, all they want to talk about is 'Oh what color scheme is the wedding?' or 'Is this a shotgun wedding? Are you pregnant?' or you know the most common one 'You both are getting married? Pff good luck with that.'" She sighed and looked through more of the dress sketches that the worker had left. "You know how the older folks are, thinking that they know more than us."

Natalia frowned. "Yes, they can be a bit unsupportive but don't let that get to you. Allistor and you will be fine together and when you and him have fights, which I know you will, I'll come around and knock some sense into you both, me and Emil."
Maria laughed "Wont be much a difference from now besides the fact that me and Skirtman will be married." She looked up and made an 'oh' face at the dress the worker was bringing.

"You both have such adorable names for eachother." Natalia said sarcastically and looked at the dress as well. "Oh well this is nice."
"This dress is chiffon, with an embroidered  A-line, as you can see there is a V neck and it is a low back. The fabric is very lightweight so it'll be easy to move around in and it's still very pretty even if it is cheaper than silk and such." Maria nodded and leaned towards Natalia before whispering.

"What's chiffon?"

She shook her head and answered her. "It's a light-weight fabric that is often made from cotton, silk, or synthetic fibres." The Prussian nodded and went back to her normal position. "Okay, thanks Bela."

After a quick change into the new dress, Maria spun around on the stand. "I like this one, it's awesome." Natalia nodded. "Da, I agree. You look nice." She made a slight face and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well...do you think Skirtman'll like it? I mean I don't really care what he thinks but, you know to put him into consideration?"

Her friend chuckled. "Maria, Allistor won't care what you're wearing. He's, well, Allistor. The guy doesn't care about what you're wearing as long as it's you. Yes that was cheesy but it's true, the guy loves you for you. And you love that dress right?"

"Yeah, it's awesome and is freaking beautiful."

"Anything you don't like about it?"

"Uhm...no actually. The skirt's long and embroidered, the top is elegant and shows a nice amount of skin, I usually don't like sleeves but look at this!"

She shows off the tulle, flowy, short sleeves. "This is fucking beautiful right here."

Natalia cracked a smile. "Get the dress." Maria looked indecisive. "Mm, I dont know..." The Belarusian rolled her eyes and gave her friend a supportive pat on the back. "Get the dress, you look lovely and it fits everything you want. I'm saying this as your friend, not your annoying bridesmaid. "

Maria smiled. "Well if you put it that way, I guess I have no choice but to get it." Natalia nodded and called over the worker. "This one please."
After they left the dress shop they settled for going to Natalia's house to eat her ice cream.

"You know, this is happening really fast."

"You don't say?" Natalia took a scoop of ice cream and looked at Maria. "So how are you feeling about all this?"

She stopped mid bite and sighed. "I don't even know. I mean, me and Skirtman have been fighting for forever. Yeah we've been more...what's the word again?"

"Loving? Compassionate? Open?"

"Accepting." Maria rolled her eyes at Natalia "We've been more accepting. I accept that he humps sheep and he accepts that I'm the most awesome being in the world."

Natalia nods. "Da, very nice."

"But anyways, I don't know. The things that the older folks are saying is starting to get to me. Will me and Skirtman really work out? I mean, come on. On our first date he pushed me into the lake and I beat him with a fish. Sure we have our moments, but I still don't even know if this is just some sick joke that Skirtman's playing on me." She sighed and ate her ice cream.

"Well why did you accept? Was it because it was the stir of the moment?"

"...Nein, that much I know for sure. I didn't buckle under peer pressure. Maybe it was because..because...RAH!" She flipped the table. "It doesn't matter! Just whatever, thanks for taking me to the dress shop!" Maria aggressively hugged her confused friend and stomped out the door.
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Maria grumbled and stomped to Allistor's house and climbed in through an open window. She walked up the stairs to his room and flopped down onto his bed. "Stupid Natalia asking stupid questions that need no answers." Maria kicked off her boots and looked at the wall. A little voice in her head pestered her.

'Girl you know the Belarusian's right.'

"Shut up voice, I thought I got rid of you when I said yes."

'You having doubts sugar, and I is here to make sure you know that the scary one is right. Y'all need to find out why you is staying with the Scottish boy. As much as me and the others say you love 'im-'

"I don't!"

'And tha's why I am here. Cause your dumb ass is back in denial. Alright, describe the boy to me.'

"Why should I?"

'Because you ain't got nothing better to do.'

"...Fine, he's annoying as hell, a sheep humper, an alcohalic, a douche bag, a jerk, a pervert, he's got stupid red hair that's sorta adorable but still stupid...and eyes so impossibly green and he's not that bad for company. He can be a pretty decent guy too.." Her voice trailed off and she simply laid there, just thinking about him.

A click downstairs was heard and ignored by Maria. She really didn't care. The Scottish man stomped upstairs and into his room. "Scoot over." When she didn't comply he shoved her aside and laid down next to her.

"Gott you're rude."

"Says the one hogging my bed."

"Hey, I'm awesome, awesome people need space."

"Then go on the floor, plently of room there."

"Naw."

He rolled his eyes. "What was your day like she-man?" Maria groaned. "Dresses as far as the eye can see. Natalia was a nightmare."

"Aye? Well try having Emil and Arthur being buzzkills, why the hell are they so serious?"

"Who knows, they're almost always like that. Oh yeah Skirtman, you better not be wearing a skirt on our wedding day."

"It's not a skirt, it's a kilt and I'll wear what I want."

She made a face. "No not infront of the children, you'll traumitize them."

He snorted and flicked her forehead. "More like you would Sheman. Now shut up, I'm tired as hell."

Maria really couldn't argue with that, she was tired too. Why was wedding business so tiring?!

When she closed her eyes and Allistor thought she was sleeping he sighed. " 'm sorry, this is hard on both of us and I know mum's not the nicest to you. So 'm sorry She-man." He kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "Maybe this is why I said yes, the bastard can be pretty awesome when he wants to be." She kissed him back and fell asleep.